“I’m not your property. You don’t own me.” I failed to even convince myself with that lie.
His head fell back with a wholehearted laugh, but the second he met my stare, the laughter ceased. The sharp edge circled around the swell of my breast. My chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath, and he stared.
“The first time I touched you with my knife, you were almost in tears. Are you gonna cry this time?”
I just shook my head.
“And you said I could never match my brother no matter what I did.”
Fuck. So that stayed with him, huh? God, was he gonna punish me for it now? Please, let him punish me so fucking hard.
The cold flatness of the blade pushed against my aching nipple. “You still believe that?”
After all the orgasms he gave me, matching his brother? No, I didn’t. And…I truly believed he could top him in that department.
How could the same body that was crawling inside out the first time he was playing with me like that change its reaction that much? How could my body be melting and shaking, twisted with need in response?
The sharp tip of the knife pricked the top of my breast. “When I ask you something, you answer.”
A gasp shuddered on my lips. “I did at the time…” He said if I lied, I’d miss a tit. Right now, with his knife piercing my flesh, I wouldn’t risk it. “But if I say that I do now, I’ll be, obviously, full of shit.”
“Obviously.” He let his knife dance on my chest and down to my stomach. My muscles contracted and tensed, sharp hisses coming out of my mouth, my pussy fluttering inside, my heart, too.
He was watching my every reaction, on my face and from my body, his eyes glowing in the dark like a fucking wolf. “Your response to danger has always intrigued me, Bianca. The feisty pixie that isn’t afraid of bad guys.”
“I am afraid. I’ve never been really afraid of Cosimo, but I am afraid of you.” It turned me on more than anything else.
“Cosimo didn’t really scare you because you knew he was afraid of hurting you. He loved you that much. But I…”
“You’re not scared of hurting me because you hate me.”
“I’m not scared of hurting you. Period.”
My eyes widened, but I shook my head, dismissing what I’d just thought he meant. “Is that what gets you off? You said I didn’t know the first thing about it, but I think I know now. It’s not power. It’s fear, isn’t it? That’s what you like to see in your woman’s eyes, in your victim’s, too. That’s why you cut them alive.”
He glided the blade between my hips and the fabric of my panties, the only piece of clothing left to cover me, the coldness suddenly too much to bear when my body was burning like this. My eyes snapped closed as his breath tickled my ear. “Yes.”
“Some people like to be afraid.”
“I know.” He tore the side of my panties. “You’re one of those people. I can feel the heat and wetness in your pussy from here. If I just breathe on you right now, you’ll come.”
I took a deep, trembling breath. “Will you?” I just wanted him. It was wrong, depraved and pathetic, but I did.
He smirked. It wasn’t his old, cold, condescending smirk. It was amused and playful. His gaze wasn’t made of steel, but of molten lava. “I’m not as generous or patient as my brother. Get on your knees.”
The crude words made me blush. “Is this payback for that time in the car?”
“It’s me wanting your pretty lips sucking my cock.” He pushed my shoulders down until I was on my knees. “But a little of that, too.” He lowered his briefs to his hips. His cock sprang out of its confines.
A shiver ran through my body, while my eyes took in his long, thick erection and the angry veins running the length. I’d never seen him so engorged, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the head.
As I looked up at his face, I licked my dry lips to moisten them. His gaze focused entirely on them as I did. He stroked himself, up and down while gazing down at me, daring me with his eyes.
While I thought of the best approach to take in his huge length, he grabbed the back of my neck and smacked my lips against his tip. Then he rubbed it across slowly, his knife to my throat. “Do it.”
“Oh my God. Are you really gonna—”
He plunged his cock into my mouth, shutting me up. He pushed forward, the pressure at the back of my throat causing me to gag. A low, throaty sound erupted from his lips as he watched me. My body heat rose in response to his aggression. Once again, both fear and desire battled within me.
